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I could get used to three days off, and then it would not seem like such a momentous event.  For now, it is still a new and exciting twist to our lives.  I even left the property on one of the days.

Saturday, 30 August 2014

I woke at nine thirty to the sound of intense wind and had immediate sympathy for the vendors down at the Saturday Market.  The tents are hard to handle during wind.  I checked my local weather and learned the gusts were up to 22 mph.  Sure enough, later on when I walked through the market, about a third of the vendors had given up and gone home during that hour of wind.  It’s a shame they could not hold on, or wait it out in their vehicles, and the weather was pleasant from noon onwards.

a rather empty market on a big tourist weekend (Labor Day)

a rather empty market on a big tourist weekend (Labor Day)

peppers at De Asis produce

peppers at De Asis produce

lilies for sale

lilies for sale, and puddle evidence of overnight rain

flowers from The English Nursery

flowers from The English Nursery

succulents

succulents

My real mission was to meet Garden Tour Nancy for lunch at Olde Towne Café.  On the way, I passed the storage yard for old boats and for the first time ever I saw the gate open.  Of course, I nopped in for a closer look.

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Wouldn't this make a great garden shed?

Wouldn’t this make a great garden shed?

Outside the fence, a family looks at a very old boat.

Outside the fence, a family looks at a very old boat.

a poignant sight

a poignant sight

on the way to Olde Towne, a planter and building do a colour echo

on the way to Olde Towne, a planter and building do a colour echo

I’m planning to take the catmint out of the planters, as it goes through an awkard stage in midsummer and takes up too much room.  It looks awfully good right now though.

At Olde Towne, Allan happened to come in and sat with his friend Chris to talk of boats (of course); Chris is the one who gave Allan the little sailboat that he takes out on Black Lake.

boat talk

boat talk

Nancy and I talked about garden tours, gardens, chickens, and what makes us happy.

After I got home, I did not set foot off my property for two and a half days, and that makes me quite happy indeed.

I admired some of my many hardy fuchsias:

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DebRon's Black Cherry

DebRon’s Black Cherry

Chillerton Beauty

Chillerton Beauty

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and other plants:

clematis heracleifolia 'New Love'

clematis new love

Chelone (pink turtlehead)

Chelone (pink turtlehead)

Persicaria 'Firetail'

Persicaria ‘Firetail’

a late, lone flower on Mermaid rose

a late, lone flower on Mermaid rose

I noted that the cat quotation is not entirely blocked by the new support for their platform.

I noted that the cat quotation is not entirely blocked by the new support for their platform.  But you can’t read that it is by Beverly Nichols.

I even tackled some very late afternoon weeding, digging the chives that had in such a silly way seeded themselves in a shade garden.  It looks much better without them.

also pulled about a million forget me not starts

also pulled about a million forget me not starts

Allan’s day was spent in a leisurely way of doing errands and little things like moving the house numbers so they show, since I planted a conifer in front of them and it grew.  Oops.

On the way to and from the post office, he had the pleasure if seeing the Ilwaco tortoise that lives in a private yard.  Neither of us have seen it this close up before; it came right up to the fence.

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The tortoise moved very fast when it decided to return to the back yard.

The tortoise moved very fast when it decided to return to the back yard.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Island Lake

Allan went boating on Island Lake with his styrofoam boat (that I disrespectfully call the picnic cooler boat).

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Looking north with island in background.

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Looking south.

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Leaving the launch. I had the lake to myself on a very pleasant sunny Labor Day Sunday.

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Approaching the peninsula that makes the lake look half the size it is.

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Over half the lake seemed less than 3 feet so I steered with the oars leaving the daggerboard & rudder in the bow. Over fifty years of dents on the styrofoam hull from my dad and the scouts he loaned it to.

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The shallow passage around the peninsula

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Checking out something unusual on the northwest shoreline.

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a shipwreck by the shore of the lake

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This is the north shore of Island Lake. I couldn’t find a dry place to beach and check out Lost Lake to the north. For a sense of scale, the ‘shipwreck’ is up on the left. I tied up (reefed) the sail to make rowing upwind easier.

The north shore with the sunken hull on the left

Looking south from the north shore. I need to row home and start the fire for dinner.

rose wind sock that flies from the boat

The rose wind sock that indicates wind direction.

A visitor from Portland with a camper and a kayak helped carry the hull back.

A visitor from Portland with a camper and a kayak helped me load.

Meanwhile, at home:

I woke up and started to debate with myself again about a certain clump of salmonberry back by the bogsy woods:  Should I cut it or not?

The one to the left.  It looks extra tatty.

The one to the left. It looks extra tatty.

I cut it.

I cut it.

I think I liked it better to have the salmonberry there.  Cutting it is not a problem in the long run, as it will grown back and look fresher and greener next year.  Allan says we could plant something better there; however, I feel the root clump will be just about impossible to remove.  He is welcome to have a go at it with the pick.

Speaking of how “When you cut it, you can’t put it back”, I went too far cutting the poky sharp rose by the rain barrel at the back corner of the house, and spoiled the feeling of surprise when you all of a sudden come through between shed and house and see the back garden. Fortunately, it, too, will grow back.

You can see too much from here now.

You can see too much from here now.

I decided to have a fire so mowed the lawn first.

our fire circle

our fire circle

Two thirds of the way through, the mower seized up from too much wet grass and I was not sure how to clean it.  There is a certain way of tipping it that floods the carburetor…or some such thing.  So I got my mom’s little rechargeable electric mower to finish.  I was reminded why we gave in to buying the gas powered mower.

difference in cutting

difference in cutting height; the lowest height on the electric one is not low enough for my taste.

difference in cutting width; the electric requires more passes.

difference in cutting width; the electric requires more passes.

As you can tell, I was having a very exciting day.  I managed to get the fire started even though my wilderness survival skills are low.

At last, some flames!

At last, some flames!

For the rest of the late afternoon,  I fed the fire with twigs and bits of dried salmonberry and alder wood, and sat and admired my view of the garden (facing north, as the wind was from the south, unusually so).

Helianthus 'Lemon Queen' on the east fence

Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ on the east fence

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looking from my chair toward the west fence

Allan returned and we had a typical campfire dinner of beer from local North Jetty Brewing, hot dogs and chips (crisps).

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It's incredibly relaxing to watch a campfire burn out.

It’s incredibly relaxing to watch a campfire burn out.

Monday, 1 September, 2014

Allan went off to see a boating event in South Bend; it needs its own post, as he took lots of photos.  I’ll make it into a bonus post for today, publishing this evening.  While he was gone, I weeded a bit, visiting for a long while with J9 when she came over (and shared some Yukon Gold potatoes and some tomatoes), and weeded some more, and took only this one photo.  I distinctly recall digging out these huge clumps of Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ last fall and moving them to the east fence, and yet here they are again.

They came back.

They came back.

When he returned, Allan loaded the salmonberry debris into the trailer to be disposed of tomorrow, and cut two lower branches off of Nora’s maple tree, one dead and one hanging low over our fence.  Oh dear, once again, I re-learned the sad lesson that once you cut it, you can’t put it back.  I had just been thinking of the shade for my east garden bed, not of how that bit of foliage hid the view of a big house way up on the hill.  (Eventually, the flowering currant underneath will thrive in the extra sun and grow up to fill that space.)

I’ve been reading a book called Eden on Their Minds, recommended in the Danger Garden blog.

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This quotation by Louise Goodall Smith of Birmingham, Alabama, spoke to me of my various efforts in the garden this weekend:

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Sunday, September 22, 2013

The storm arrived as predicted, I am told at about three or four AM.  I slept through that part.  By eight thirty the roaring wind had me awake and I got up after awhile to root for the danger tree to fall harmlessly.  It didn’t. After reaching 60 mph at Cape Disappointment (just to our southwest) and 50 mph in Ocean Park,the wind completely died down in the early afternoon.  I had been planning to spend the entire day inside but I just couldn’t when the weather got unexpectedly lovely.

A walk around the garden revealed the garden boat Cosmos had gone all sideways.

What a shame!

What a shame!

The Cosmos between me and Nora’s house also took a battering.

wind tunnel

wind tunnel

The rest of the garden looked normal…   Allan took the opportunity to mow the lawn.

Allan  mowing in the distance

Allan mowing in the distance

Not one branch had come off the danger tree,  but some large pieces of bark had fallen.

shedding its bark

shedding its bark

where the bark came from

where the bark came from

Next door in Nora’s back yard more wood had come down than in ours, so I collected some for a future campfire.

Smokey helped, as usual.

Smokey helped, as usual.

I could not muster much interest in cutting back plants in the garden.  My excuse is that they make a good home for our tree frog populations.  The good weather did not allow me to have my day indoors so I decided to take a puddle walk.  Rain always creates good photo opportunities on our not quite level streets.

needles windswept into patterns in our neighbour's driveway

needles windswept into patterns in our neighbour’s driveway

house for sale across the street and two doors down.

house for sale across the street and two doors down.

in the middle of Lake Street

in the middle of Lake Street

windfall at Lake and Advent

windfall at Lake and Advent

from this tree

from this tree

I thought about walking to the beach below Yellow Bluff but had not checked the tide.  So I turned to the port on Advent Street.

in the port parking lot...a boat thing.

in the port parking lot…a boat thing.

When I saw the marina, I knew it was a good thing I had not gone to Yellow Bluff.  High tide would have prevented walking along the river beach there.

high tide at Ilwaco marina, looking east

high tide at Ilwaco marina, looking east

high tide sky

high tide sky, looking west

looking east

looking east

Since yesterday, Don Nisbett Art Gallery and the Port Office hanging baskets had been removed.  The office ones were stashed safely behind the building, while Don’s sat on the south side.

a sure sign of autumn

a sure sign of autumn

I wonder if the baskets will be re-hung?  The ones in Long Beach town are down for the year now.  I had brought my clippers with me and attended to a few broken stems in the port office garden.

As I walked toward Jessie’s, I kept hearing the strangest squawking.

Jessie's high tide...

Jessie’s high tide…

Finally I located the source on a boat by the last dock ramp.

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This view would have been such a different picture two hours before, if I could have stood up to the wind:

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after the storm

Below, all kinds of fish hauling carts are lined up on the entry to the docks.

looking east from Jessie's

looking east from Jessie’s

I walked around to the west side of Jessie’s to see if perhaps a boat was offloading…but of course, no one had been out fishing in the storm.

Jessie's west wall

Jessie’s west wall

working boats at rest

working boats at rest

I expected to find a lot of wind damage at the boatyard garden on First Avenue.  It looked surprisingly good.

boatyard garden, looking north

boatyard garden, looking north

Some cosmos was a little sideways

Some cosmos was a little sideways

Some was broken, but not as much as I expected.

Some was broken, but not as much as I expected.

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The Cosmos in my garden boat at home had fared worse than most of the ones at the boatyard.

Aster 'Harrington's Pink'

Aster ‘Harrington’s Pink’

I picked up some windblown trash and when I went back to the boatyard wheelie bin, I saw that the boat washing station looked like one of those infinity pools.

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not telephoto

not telephoto

Then, sighting north up First Avenue, I saw that the street planters still looked pretty good , so I turned to walk home through the interesting alley to the north of one of the Jessie’s Ilwaco Fish Co buildings.

looking east

looking east

interesting stuff!

interesting stuff!

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crab pot reflecting pool

crab pot reflecting pool

There’s a second boatyard to the east end of the alley where boats are stored while not being worked on.

storage yard

storage yard

I kept on walking too noisily and a lot of little brown birds had flown off of the crab pots, but bathing crows were fearless.

one of the crows

one of the crows

Not THAT fearless; I did use the telephoto.  I will have to do better at not scaring the little brown birds so I can get some photos for the amusement of ace bird photographer Mr. Tootlepedal.

The storage yard is home, permanently as far as I can tell, to some very old boats whose stories I would like to hear.

Warrior of the Seas

Warrior of the Seas

on the north side of the alley

on the north side of the alley

by the old Kola Brothers boathouses

by the old Kola Brothers boathouses

gulls resting up in the port parking lot

gulls resting up in the port parking lot

I have absolutely no idea what THIS boat thing is:

mysterious thingie

mysterious thingie…some sort of trailer

Having done my duty by enjoying the garden and a walk, I retreated to my desk, glad to get back to some sorely postponed computer work that I’d been planning to spend the whole day on.

dusky view from my window

dusky view from my window

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